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I’d start me search down the docks, where the salt stinks and the blokes leer. “Life is a mystery,” Amélie’d say, “you must untangle it!” – and ain’t that the truth here? All these lasses got stories, mate, hidden like her bleedin’ gnome. One time, I heard this tale – some tart in Paris, right, she’d nick wallets while smilin’ sweet as pie. Sneaky, that! Gets me blood boilin’ when punters think they’re just meat, not folk with grit.

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When we eventually found it, there was a prostitute sitting outside in broad daylight and then quite a hot walk uop many flights of stairs. However, the set of.

I finally grab the iron and head back. But now, the café is packed. I mean, it’s Quarto, so of course, everyone’s out for their morning fix. I squeeze in, and the barista, this cool chick named Lucia, gives me a nod. She’s got this killer smile. Makes the chaos worth it, ya know?

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